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[XIV. 'T is dawn]
'T is dawn:
The rosy light is breaking;
To song the birds are waking;
And starry beads are shaking
Along the grassy lawn.
The rosy light is breaking;
To song the birds are waking;
And starry beads are shaking
Along the grassy lawn.
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'T is noon:
Blue rise the hills before me;
Pure swells the azure o'er me;
And radiant blossoms pour me
The balmy breath of June.
Blue rise the hills before me;
Pure swells the azure o'er me;
And radiant blossoms pour me
The balmy breath of June.
'T is even:
Gay clouds, like curtains, lie
Athwart the golden sky;
The wind goes whispering by,
Like soothing voice from heaven.
Gay clouds, like curtains, lie
Athwart the golden sky;
The wind goes whispering by,
Like soothing voice from heaven.
'T is night:
The world how hushed and still!
Dim towers the shadowy hill;
Earth's guardian spirits fill
Their urns with holy light.
The world how hushed and still!
Dim towers the shadowy hill;
Earth's guardian spirits fill
Their urns with holy light.
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